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MANFRED,

DRAMATIC POEM.

BY LORD BYRON.

LONDON :
JOHN MURRAY, ALBEMARLE-STREET.

1817.

DRAMATIS PERSONS.

Manfred.
Chamois Hunter.
Abbot of St. Maurice.
Manuel.
Herman.

Witch of the Alps.

Arimanes.

Nemesis.

The Destinies.

Spirits, &c.

The Scene of the Drama is amongst the Higher Alps —
partly in the Castle of Manfred, and partly in the
Mountains.

MANFRED

ACT I.

SCENE I.

Manfred alone — Scene, a Gothic gallery — Time,
Midnight.

Man ..The lamp must be replenished, but even then

It will not burn so Ions as I must watch :

My slumbers — if I slumber — are not sleep,

But a continuance of enduring thought,

Which then I can resist not : in my heart

There is a vigil, and these eyes but close

To look within ; and yet I live, and bear

The aspect and the form of breathing men.

But grief should be the instructor of the wise ;

Sorrow is knowledge : they who know the most

Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth,

The Tree of Knowledge is not that of Life.

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Philosophy and science, and the springs

Of wonder, and the wisdom of the world,

I have essayed, and in my mind there is

A power to make these subject to itself —

But they avail not : I have done men good,

And I have met with good even among men —

But this avail'd not : I have had my foes,

And none have baffled, many fallen before me —

But this avail'd not : — Good, or evil, life,

Powers, passions, all I see in other beings,

Have been to me as rain unto the sands,

Since that all-nameless hour. I have no dread,

And feel the curse to have no natural fear,

Nor fluttering throb, that beats with hopes or wishes,

Or lurking love of something on the earth. —

Now to my task. —

Mysterious Agency !
Ye spirits of the unbounded Universe !
Whom I have sought in darkness and in light —
Ye, who do compass earth about, and dwell
In subtler essence — ye, to whom the tops
Of mountains inaccessible are haunts,
And earth's and ocean's caves familiar things —
I call upon ye by the written charm

S< EXE I. MANFRED. 9

Which gives me power upon you Rise ! appear !

[A pause.
They come not yet. — Now by the voice of him
Who is the first among you — by this sign,
Which makes you tremble — by the claims of him
Who is undying, — Rise ! appear ! Appear !

[A pause.
If it be so. — Spirits of earth and air,
Ye shall not thus elude me : by a power,
Deeper than all yet urged, a tyrant-spell,
Which had its birth-place in a star condemn^,
The burning wreck of a demolish1d world,
A wandering hell in the eternal space ;
By the strong curse which is upon my soul,
The thought which is within me and around me,
I do compel ye to my will. — Appear !

[A star is seen at the darker end of the gallery; it is
stationary; and a voice is heard singing".]

First Spirit.
Mortal ! to thy bidding bowM,
From my mansion in the cloud,
Which the breath of twilight builds,
And the summer's sun-set gilds

10 MANFRED. ACT I.

With the azure and vermilion,
Which is mix'd for my pavilion ;
Though thy quest may be forbidden,
On a star-beam I have ridden ;
To thine adjuration bow'd,
Mortal — be thy wish avow'd !

Voice of the Second Spirit.
Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains,

They crowned him long ago
On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds,

With a diadem of snow.
Around his waist are forests braced,

The Avalanche in his hand ;
But ere it fall, that thundering ball

Must pause for my command.
The Glacier's cold and restless mass

Moves onward day by day ;
But I am he who bids it pass,

Or with its ice delay.
I am the spirit of the place,

Could make the mountain bow
And quiver to his cavernM base —

And what with me wouldst TJiou ?

SCENE I. MANFRED. 11

Voice of the Third Spirit.
In the blue depth of the waters,

Where the wave hath no strife,
Where the wind is a stranger,

And the sea-snake hath life,
Where the Mermaid is decking

Her green hair with shells ;
Like the storm on the surface

Came the sound of thy spells ;
O'er my calm Hall of Coral

The deep echo rolTd —
To the Spirit of Ocean

Thy wishes unfold !

Fourth Spirit.
Where the slumbering earthquake

Lies pihWd on fire,
And the lakes of bitumen

Rise boilingly higher;
Where the roots of the Andes

Strike deep in the earth,
As their summits to heaven

Shoot soaringly forth ;

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I have quitted my birth-place,

Thy bidding to bide —
Thy spell hath subdued me,

Thy will be my guide !

Fifth Spirit.
I am the Rider of the wind,

The Stirrer of the storm ;
The hurricane I left behind

Is yet with lightning warm ;
To speed to thee, o'er shore and sea

I swept upon the blast :
The fleet I met sailed well, and yet

'Twill sink ere night be past.

Sixth Spirit.
My dwelling is the shadow of the night,
Why doth thy magic torture me with light ?

Seventh Spirit.
The star which rules thy destiny,
Was ruled, ere earth began, by me :
It was a world as fresh and fair
As e'er revolved round sun in air ;

SCENE I. MANFRED. 13

Its course was free and regular,

Space bosom'd not a lovelier star.

The hour arrived — and it became

A wandering mass of shapeless flame,

A pathless comet, and a curse,

The menace of the universe ;

Still rolling on with innate force,

Without a sphere, without a course,

A bright deformity on high,

The monster of the upper sky !

And thou ! beneath its influence born —

Thou worm ! whom I obey and scorn —

Forced by a power (which is not thine,

And lent thee but to make thee mine)

For this brief moment to descend,

Where these weak spirits round thee bend

And parley with a thing like thee —

What wouldst thou, Child of Clay ! with me ?

The Seven Spirits.
Earth, ocean, air, night, mountains, winds, thy star,

Are at thy beck and bidding, Child of Clay !
Before thee at thy quest their spirits are —

What wouldst thou with us, son of mortals — say ?

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ACT I.

Man. Forgetfulness

First Spirit. Of what— of whom — and why ?

Man. Of that which is within me ; read it there —
Ye know it, and I cannot utter it.

Spirit. We can but give thee that which we possess :
Ask of us subjects, sovereignty, the power
O'er earth, the whole, or portion, or a sign
Which shall control the elements, whereof
We are the dominators, each and all,
These shall be thine.

Man. Oblivion, self-oblivion —
Can ye not wring from out the hidden realms
Ye offer so profusely what I ask ?

Spirit. It is not in our essence, in our skill ;
But — thou mayst die.

Man. Will death bestow it on me ?

Spirit. We are immortal, and do not forget ;
We are eternal ; and to us the past
Is, as the future, present. Art thou answered ?

Man. Ye mock me — but the power which brought ye
here
Hath made you mine. Slaves, scoff not at my will !
The mind, the spirit, the Promethean spark,
The lightning of my being, is as bright,

SCENE I. MANFRED.

Pervading, and far-darting as your own,

And shall not yield to yours, though coop'd in clay !

Answer, or I will teach ye what I am.

Spirit. We answer as we answered ; our reply
Is even in thine own words.

Man. Why say ye so ?

Spirit. If, as thou say'st, thine essence be as ours,
We have replied in telling thee, the thing
Mortals call death hath nought to do with us.

Man. I then have calfd ye from your realms in vain ;
Ye cannot, or ye will not, aid me.

Spirit. Say ;
What we possess we offer ; it is thine :
Bethink ere thou dismiss us, ask again —
Kingdom, and sway, and strength, and length of days

Man. Accursed ! what have I to do with days ?
They are too long already. — Hence — begone !

Spirit. Yet pause : being here, our will would do thee
service ;
Bethink thee, is there then no other gift
Which we can make not worthless in thine eyes ?

Man.. No, none : yet stay — one moment, ere we part —
I would behold ye face to face. I hear
Your voices, sweet and melancholy sounds,

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ACT I.

As music on the waters ; and I see
The steady aspect of a clear large star ;
But nothing more. Approach me as ye are,
Or one, or all, in your accustom'd forms.

Spirit. We have no forms beyond the elements
Of which we are the mind and principle :
But choose a form— in that we will appear.

Man. I have no choice ; there is no form on earth
Hideous or beautiful to me. Let him,
Who is most powerful of ye, take such aspect
As unto him may seem most fitting. — Come !

Seventh Spirit. (Appearing in the shape of a beau-
tifulfemale figure.) Behold !

Man. Oh God ! if it be thus, and thou
Art not a madness and a mockery,
I yet might be most happy. — I will clasp thee,

And we again will be [The figure vanishes.

My heart is crush'd !

[Manfred^W* senseless.

(A voice is heard in the Incantation which follows.)

When the moon is on the wave,

And the glow-worm in the grass,
And the meteor on the grave,

And the wisp on the morass ;

SCENE I. MANFRED. 17

When the falling stars are shooting,
And the answer'd owls are hooting,
And the silent leaves are still
In the shadow of the hill,
Shall my soul be upon thine,
With a power and with a sign.

Though thy slumber may be deep,

Yet thy spirit shall not sleep,

There are shades which will not vanish,

There are thoughts thou canst not banish;

By a power to thee unknown,

Thou canst never be alone ;

Thou art wrapt as with a shroud,

Thou art gathered in a cloud ;

And for ever shalt thou dwell

In the spirit of this spell.

Though thou seest me not pass by,
Thou shalt feel me with thine eye
.As a thing that, though unseen,
Must be near thee, and hath been ;
And when in that secret dread
Thou hast turn'd around thy head,

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Thou shalt marvel I am not
As thy shadow on the spot,
And the power which thou dost feel
Shall be what thou must conceal.

And a magic voice and verse
Hath baptized thee with a curse ;
And a spirit of the air
Hath begirt thee with a snare ;
In the wind there is a voice
Shall forbid thee to rejoice ;
And to thee shall Night deny
All the quiet of her sky ;
And the day shall have a sun,
Which shall make thee wish it done.

From thy false tears I did distil
An essence which hath strength to kill ;
From thy own heart I then did wring
The black blood in its blackest spring ;
From thy own smile I snatch'd the snake,
For there it coiTd as in a brake ;
From thy own lip I drew the charm
Which gave all these their chiefest harm ;

SCENE I. MANFRED. 19

In proving every poison known,

I found the strongest was thine own.

By thy cold breast and serpent smile,

By thy unfathom'd gulfs of guile,

By that most seeming virtuous eye,

By thy shut soul's hypocrisy ;

By the perfection of thine art

Which pass'd for human thine own heart ;

By thy delight in others'* pain.

And by thy brotherhood of Cain,

I call upon thee ! and compel

Thyself to be thy proper Hell !

And on thy head I pour the vial

Which doth devote thee to this trial ;

Nor to slumber, nor to die,

Shall be in thy destiny ;

Though thy death shall still seem near

To thy wish, but as a fear ;

Lo ! the spell now works around thee,

And the clankless chain hath bound thee ;

O'er thy heart and brain together

Hath the word been pass'd — now wither !

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-0 MANFRED.

ACT I.

SCENE II.

The Mountain of the Jung f rem. — Time, Morning. —
Manfred alone upon the Cliffs.

Man,. The .spirits I have raised abandon me —
The spells which I have studied baffle me —
The remedy I reck'd of tortured me ;
I lean no more on super-human aid,
It hath no power upon the past, and for
The future, till the past be gulf 'd in darkness,
It is not of my search. — My mother Earth !
And thou fresh breaking Day, and you, ye Mountains,
Why are ye beautiful ? I cannot love ye.
And thou, the bright eye of the universe,
That openest over all, and unto all
Art a delight — thou shin'st not on my heart.
And you, ye crags, upon whose extreme edge
I stand, and on the torrent's brink beneath
Behold the tall pines dwindled as to shrubs
In dizziness of distance ; when a leap,
A stir, a motion, even a breath, would bring

SCENE II. MANFRED. 21

My breast upon its rocky bosom's bed

To rest for ever — wherefore do I pause ?

I feel the impulse — yet I do not plunge ;

I see the peril — yet do not recede ;

And my brain reels — and yet my foot is firm :

There is a power upon me which withholds

And makes it my fatality to live ;

If it be life to wear within myself

This barrenness of spirit, and to be

My own soul's sepulchre, for I have ceased

To justify my deeds unto myself —

The last infirmity of evil. Ay,

Thou winged and cloud-cleaving minister,

[An eagle passes.
Whose happy flight is highest into heaven,
Well may'st thou swoop so near me — I should be
Thy prey, and gorge thine eaglets ; thou art gone
Where the eye cannot follow thee ; but thine
Yet pierces downward, onward, or above
With a pervading vision. — Beautiful !
How beautiful is all this visible world !
How glorious in its action and itself;
But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we,
Half dust, half deity, alike unfit

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To sink or soar, with our mix'd essence make

A conflict of its elements, and breathe

The breath of degradation and of pride,

Contending with low wants and lofty will

Till our mortality predominates,

And men are — what they name not to themselves,

And trust not to each other. Hark ! the note,

[ The Shepherd's pipe in the distance is heard.
The natural music of the mountain reed —
For here the patrJchal days are not
A pastoral fable — pipes in the liberal air,
Mix'd with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd ;
My soul would drink those echoes. — Oh, that I were
The viewless spirit of a lovely sound,
A living voice, a breathing harmony,
A bodiless enjoyment — born and dying
With the blest tone which made me !

Enter from below a Chamois Hunter.

Chamois Hunter. Even so

This way the chamois leapt : her nimble feet
Have baffled me ; my gains to-day will scarce
Repay my break-neck travail. — What is here ?
Who seems not of my trade, and yet hath reach'd

SCENE II. MANFRED. 2!

A height which none even of our mountaineers,
Save our best hunters, may attain : his garb
Is goodly, his mien manly, and his air
Proud as a free-born peasants, at this distance. —
I will approach him nearer.

Man. (not perceiving the other.) To be thus —
Grey-hair'd with anguish, like these blasted pines,
Wrecks of a single winter, barkless, branchless,
A blighted trunk upon a cursed root,
Which but supplies a feeling to decay —
And to be thus, eternally but thus,
Having been otherwise ! Now furrow'd o'er
With wrinkles, plough'd by moments, not by years ;
And hours — all tortured into ages — hours
Which I outlive ! — Ye toppling crags of ice !
Ye avalanches, whom a breath draws down
In mountainous o'erwhelming, come and crush me !
I hear ye momently above, beneath,
Crash with a frequent conflict ; but ye pass,
And only fall on things which still would live ; 4
On the young flourishing forest, or the hut
And hamlet of the harmless villager.

C. Hun. The mists begin to rise from up the valley ;
I'll warn him to descend, or he may chance
To lose at once his way and life together.

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Man. The mists boil up around the glaciers ; clouds
Rise curling fast beneath me, white and sulphury,
Like foam from the roused ocean of deep Hell,
Whose every wave breaks on a living shore,
Heaped with the daiWd like pebbles. — I am giddy.

C. Hun. I must approach him cautiously ; if near,
A sudden step will startle him, and he
Seems tottering already.

Man. Mountains have fallen,

Leaving a gap in the clouds, and .with the shock
Rocking their Alpine brethren ; filling up
The ripe green valleys with destructions splinters ;
Damming the rivers with a sudden dash,
Which crush'd the waters into mist, and made
Their fountains find another channel — thus,
Thus, in its old age, did Mount Rosenberg —
Why stood I not beneath it ?

C. Hun. Friend ! have a care,

Your next step may be fatal ! — for the love
Of hnn^who made you, stand not on that brink !

Man. (not hearing him.) Such would have been for
me a fitting tomb ;
My bones had then been quiet in their depth ;
They had not then been strewn upon the rocks
For the wind's pastime — as thus— thus they shall be —

SCENE II. MANFRED. 2o

In this one plunge. — Farewell, ye opening heavens !
Look not upon me thus reproachfully —
Ye were not meant for me — Earth ! take these atoms !
(As Manfred is in act to spring from ilie cliff,
the Chamois Hunter seizes and retains him
with a sudden grasp.)
C. Hun. Hold, madman ! — though aweary of thy life,
Stain not our pure vales with thy guilty blood. —

Away with me 1 will not quit my hold.

Man. I am most sick at heart — nay, grasp me not—
I am all feebleness — the mountains whirl
Spinning around me — I grow blind — What art thou ?
C. Hun. I'll answer that anon. — Away with me —
The clouds grow thicker — there — now lean on me —
Place your foot here — here, take this staff, and cling
A moment to that shrub — now give me your hand,
And hold fast by my girdle — softly — well —
The Chalet will be gained within an hour —
Come on, we'll quickly find a surer footing,
And something like a pathway, which the torrent
Hath wash'd since winter. — Come, 'tis bravely done —
You should have been a hunter. — Follow me.

(As they descend the rocks with difficulty, the
scene closes.)

EXD OF ACT THE FIRST.

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ACT II.

SCENE I.
A Cottage amongst the Bernese Alps.

Manfred and the Chamois Hunter.
C. Hun. No, no — yet pause — thou must not yet go
forth :
Thy mind and body are alike unfit
To trust each other, for some hours, at least ;
When thou art better, I will be thy guide —
But whither ?

Man. It imports not : I do know

My route full well, and need no further guidance.
C. Hun. Thy garb and gait bespeak thee of high
lineage —
One of the many chiefs, whose castled crags
Look o'er the lower valleys — which of these
May call thee Lord ? I only know their portals ;

SCENE I.

MANFRED. 27

My way of life leads me but rarely down
To bask by the huge hearths of those old halls,
Carousing with the vassals ; but the paths,
Which step from out our mountains to their doors,
I know from childhood — which of these is thine ?

Man. No matter.

C. Hun. Well, sir, pardon me the question,

And be of better cheer. Come, taste my wine ;
'Tis of an ancient vintage ; many a day
'T has thawed my veins among our glaciers, now
Let it do thus for thine — Come, pledge me fairly.

Man. Away, away ! there's blood upon the brim !
Will it then never — never sink in the earth ?

C. Hun. What dost thou mean ? thy senses wander
from thee.

Man.. I say 'tis blood — my blood ! the pure warm
stream
Which ran in the veins of my fathers, and in ours
When we were in our youth, and had one heart,
And loved each other as we should not love,
And this was shed : but still it rises up,
Colouring the clouds, that shut me out from heaven,
Where thou art not — and I shall never be.

C. Hun. Man of strange words, and some half-mad-
dening sin,

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Which makes thee people vacancy, whate'er

Thy dread and sufferance be, there's comfort yet —

The aid of holy men, and heavenly patience

Man. Patience and patience ! Hence — that word was
made
For brutes of burthen, not for birds of prey ;
Preach it to mortals of a dust like thine, —
I am not of thine order.

C. Hun. Thanks to heaven !

I would not be of thine for the free fame
Of William Tell ; but whatsoe'er thine ill,
It must be borne, and these wild starts are useless.

Man. Do I not bear it? — Look on me — I live.

C. Hun. This is convulsion, and no healthful life.

Man. I tell thee, man ! I have lived many years,
Many long years, but they are nothing now
To those which I must number : ages — ages —
Space and eternity — and consciousness,
With the fierce thirst of death — and still unslaked !

C. Hun. Why, on thy brow the seal of middle age
Hath scarce been set ; I am thine elder far.

Man. Think'st thou existence doth depend on time ?
It doth ; but actions are our epochs : mine
Have made my days and nights imperishable,
Endless, and all alike, as sands on the shore,

SCENE I. MANFRED. 29

Innumerable atoms ; and one desart,
Barren and cold, on which the wild waves break,
But nothing rests, save carcases and wrecks,
Rocks, and the salt-surf weeds of bitterness.

C. Hun. Alas! he's mad — but yet I must not leave
him.

Man. I would I were — for then the things I see
Would be but a distempered dream.

C. Hun. What is it

That thou dost see, or think thou look'st upon ?

Man. , Myself, and thee — a peasant of the Alps —
Thy humble virtues, hospitable home,
And spirit patient, pious, proud and free ;
Thy self-respect, grafted on innocent thoughts ;
Thy days of health, and nights of sleep ; thy toils,
By danger dignified, yet guiltless ; hopes
Of cheerful old age and a quiet grave,
With cross and garland over its green turf,
And thy grandchildren's love for epitaph ;
This do I see — and then I look within —
It matters not — my soul was scorch'd already !

C. Hun. And would'st thou then exchange thy lot for
mine?

Man. No, friend ! I would not wrong thee, nor ex-
change

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My lot with living being : I can bear —
However wretchedly, 'tis still to bear —
In life what others could not brook to dream,
But perish in their slumber.

C. Hun. And with this —

This cautious feeling for another's pain,
Canst thou be black with evil ? — say not so.
Can one of gentle thoughts have wreak'd revenge
Upon his enemies ?

Man. Oh ! no, no, no !

My injuries came down on those who loved me —
On those whom I best loved : I never quell'd
An enemy, save in my just defence —
But my embrace was fatal.

C. Hun. Heaven give thee rest !

And penitence restore thee to thyself;
My prayers shall be for thee.

Man. I need them not,

But can endure thy pity. I depart —
'Tis time — farewell ! — Here's gold, and thanks for thee —
No words — it is thy due. — Follow me not —
I know my path — the mountain peril's past : —
And once again, I charge thee, follow not !

[Exit Manfred-

SCENE II. MANFRED. 31

SCENE II.

A lower Valley in the Alps. — A Cataract.

Enter Manfred.

It is not noon — the sunbow's rays l still arch

The torrent with the many hues of heaven,

And roll the sheeted silver's waving column

O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular,

And fling its lines of foaming light along,

And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail,

The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death,

As told in the Apocalypse. No eyes

But mine now drink this sight of loveliness ;

I should be sole in this sweet solitude,

And with the Spirit of the place divide

The homage of these waters. — I will call her.

(Manfred takes some of the water into the palm of'
his hand, andjlings it in the air, muttering the
adjuration. After a pause, the Witch of the
Alps rises beneath the arch of the sunbeam of
the torrent.)
Man., Beautiful Spirit ! with thy hair of light,

And dazzling eyes of glory, in whose form

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The charms of Earth's least-mortal daughters grow

To an unearthly stature, in an essence

Of purer elements ; while the hues of youth, —

Carnation'd like a sleeping infant's cheek,

Rock'd by the beating of her mother's heart,

Or the rose tints, which summer's twilight leaves

Upon the lofty glacier's virgin snow,

The blush of earth embracing with her heaven, —

Tinge thy celestial aspect, and make tame

The beauties of the sunbow which bends o'er thee.

Beautiful Spirit J in thy calm clear brow,

Wherein is glass'd serenity of soul,

Which of itself shows immortality,

I read that thou wilt pardon to a Son

Of Earth, whom the abstruser powers permit

At times to commune with them — if that he

Avail him of his spells — to call thee thus,

And gaze on thee a moment.

Witch. Son of Earth !

I know thee, and the powers which give thee power ;
I know thee for a man of many thoughts,
And deeds of good and ill, extreme in both,
Fatal and fated in thy sufferings.
I have expected this — what wouldst thou with me ?

Man. To look upon thy beauty — nothing further.

SCENE II. MANFRED. 33

The face of the earth hath maddeiTd me, and I

Take refuge in her mysteries, and pierce

To the abodes of those who govern her —

But they can nothing aid me. I have sought

From them what they could not bestow, and now

I search no further.

Witch. What could be the quest

Which is not in the power of the most powerful,

The rulers of the invisible ?

Man. A boon ;

But why should I repeat it ? 'twere in vain.
Witch. I know not that ; let thy lips utter it.
Max. . Well, though it torture me, 'tis but the same ;

My pang shall find a voice. From my youth upwards

My spirit wahVd not with the souls of men,

Nor look'd upon the earth with human eyes ;

The thirst of their ambition was not mine,

The aim of their existence was not mine ;

My joys, my griefs, my passions, and my powers,

Made me a stranger ; though I wore the form,

I had no sympathy with breathing flesh,

Nor midst the creatures of clay that girded me

Was there but one who but of her anon.

I said, with men, and with the thoughts of men,

D

34- MANFRED. ACT II.

I held but slight communion ; but instead,

My joy was in the Wilderness, to breathe

The difficult air of the iced mountain's top,

Where the birds dare not build, nor insect's wing

Flit o'er the herbless granite ; or to plunge

Into the torrent, and to roll along

On the swift whirl of the new breaking wave

Of river-stream, or ocean, in their flow.

In these my early strength exulted ; or

To follow through the night the moving moon,

The stars and their developement ; or catch

The dazzling lightnings till my eyes grew dim ;

Or to look, list'ning, on the scattered leaves,

While Autumn winds were at their evening song.

These were my pastimes, and to be alone ;

For if the beings, of whom I was one, —

Hating to be soj^-cross'd me in my path,

I felt myself degraded back to them,

And was all clay again. And then I dived,

In my lone wanderings, to the caves of death,

Searching its cause in its effect ; and drew

From wither'd bones, and skulls, and heap'd up dust,

Conclusions most forbidden. Then I pass'd

The nights of years in sciences untaught,

SCENE II. MANFRED. 'iS

Save in the old-time ; and with time and toil,

And terrible ordeal, and such penance

As in itself hath power upon the air,

And spirits that do compass air and earth,

Space, and the peopled infinite, I made

Mine eyes familiar with Eternity,

Such as, before me, did the Magi, and

He who from out their fountain dwellings raised

Eros and Anteros2, at Gadara,

As I do thee; — and with my knowledge grew

The thirst of knowledge, and the power and joy

Of this most bright intelligence, until

Witch. Proceed.

Man.. Oh ! I but thus prolonged my words,
Boasting these idle attributes, because
As I approach the core of my heart's grief —
But to my task. I have not named to thee
Father or mother, mistress, friend, or being,
With whom I wore the chain of human ties ;
If I had such, they seem'd not such to me —
Yet there was one

Witch. Spare not thyself — proceed.

Man. . She was like me in lineaments — her eyes,
Her hair, her features, all, to the very tone

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36 MANFRED. ACT II.

Even of her voice, they said were like to mine ;

But soften'd all, and temper'd into beauty ;

She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings,

The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind

To comprehend the universe : nor these

Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine,

Pity, and smiles, and tears — which I had not ;

And tenderness— but that I had for her ;

Humility — and that I never had.

Her faults were mine — her virtues were her own —

I loved her, and destroy'd her !

Witch. With thy hand ?

Man. Not with my hand, but heart — which broke her
heart —
It gazed on mine, and withered. I have shed
Blood, but not hers — and yet her blood was shed —
I saw — and could not staunch it.

Witch. And for this —

A being of the race thou dost despise,
The order which thine own would rise above,
Mingling with us and ours, thou dost forego
The gifts of our great knowledge, and shrink'st back
To recreant mortality Away !

Man. Daughter of Air ! I tell thee, since that hour —

SCENE II. MANFRED. 37

But words are breath — look on me in my sleep,

Or watch my Avatchings — Come and sit by me !

My solitude is solitude no more,

But peopled with the Furies; — I have gnash'd

My teeth in darkness till returning morn,

Then cursed myself till sunset ; — I have pray'd

For madness as a blessing — 'tis denied me.

I have affronted death — but in the war

Of elements the waters shrunk from me,

And fatal things pass'd harmless-— the cold hand

Of an all-pitiless demon held me back,

Back by a single hair, which would not break.

In phantasy, imagination, all

The affluence of my soul — which one day was

A Croesus in creation — I plunged deep,

But, like an ebbing wave/ it dash'd me back

Into the gulf of my unfathom'd thought.

I plunged amidst mankind — Forgetfulness

I sought in all, save where 'tis to be found,

And that I have to learn — my sciences,

My long pursued and super-human art,

Is mortal here — I dwell in my despair —

And live — and live for ever.

Witch. It may be

That I can aid thee.

38 MANFRED. ACT II.

Man. To do this thy power

Must wake the dead, or lay ine low with them.
Do so — in any shape — in any hour —
With any torture — so it be the last.

Witch. That is not in my province ; but if thou
Wilt swear obedience to my will, and do
My bidding, it may help thee to thy wishes.

Man. I will not swear — Obey ! and whom ? the spirits
Whose presence I command, and be the slave
Of those who served me — Never !

Witch. Is this all ?

Hast thou no gentler answer — Yet bethink thee,
And pause ere thou rejectest.

Man. I have said it.

Witch. Enough ! — I may retire then — say !

Man. Retire !

[The Witch disappears.

Man. (alone.) We are the fools of time and terror :
Days
Steal on us and steal from us ; yet we live,
Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.
In all the days of this detested yoke —
This vital weight upon the struggling heart,
Which sinks with sorrow, or beats quick with pain,
Or joy that ends in agony or faintness —

SCENE II. MANFRED. '39

In all the days of past and future, for
In life there is no present, we can number
How few — how less than few — wherein the soul
Forbears to pant for death, and yet draws back
As from a stream in winter, though the chill
Be but a moment's. I have one resource
Still in my science — I can call the dead,
And ask them what it is we dread to be :
The sternest answer can but be the Grave,
And that is nothing — if they answer not —
The buried Prophet answered to the Hag
Of Endor ; and the Spartan Monarch drew
From the Byzantine maid's unsleeping spirit
An answer and his destiny — he slew
That which he loved, unknowing what he slew,
And died unpardon'd — though he calTd in aid
The Phyxian Jove, and in Phigalia roused
The Arcadian Evocators to compel
The indignant shadow to depose her wrath,
Or fix her term of vengeance — she replied
In words of dubious import, but fulfilTd3.

If I had never lived, that which 1 love
Had still been living ; had I never loved,

40 MANFRED. ACT H.

That which I love would still be beautiful —
Happy and giving happiness. What is she ?
What is she now ? — a sufferer for my sins —
A thing I dare not think upon — or nothing.
Within few hours I shall not call in vain —
Yet in this hour I dread the tiling I dare :
Until this hour I never shrunk to gaze
On spirit, good or evil — now I tremble,
And feel a strange cold thaw upon my heart,
But I can act even what I most abhor,
And champion human fears. — The night approaches.

[EsciL

SCENE III.

The Summit of the Jungfrau Mountain.

Enter First Destiny.

The moon is rising broad, and round, and bright ;
And here on snows, Avhere never human foot
Of common mortal trod, we nightly tread,
And leave no traces ; o'er the savage sea,
The glassy ocean of the mountain ice,

SCENE III. MANFRED. 41

We skim its rugged breakers, which put on

The aspect of a tumbling tempest's foam,

Frozen in a moment — a dead whirlpool's image ;

And this most steep fantastic pinnacle,

The fretwork of some earthquake — where the clouds

Pause to repose themselves in passing by —

Is sacred to our revels, or our vigils ;

Here do I wait my sisters, on our way

To the Hall of Arimanes, for to-night

Is our great festival — 'tis strange they come not.

A Voice zvithout, singing:

The Captive Usurper,

Hurl'd down from the throne,
Lay buried in torpor,

Forgotten and lone ;
I broke through his slumbers,

I shivered his chain,
I leagued him with numbers —

He's Tyrant again !
With the blood of a million he'll answer my care,
With a nation's destruction — his flight and despair.

42 MANFRED. ACT II.

Second Voice, without.
The ship saiPd on, the ship saiTd fast,
But I left not a sail, and I left not a mast ;
There is not a plank of the hull or the deck,
And there is not a wretch to lament o'er his wreck ;
Save one, whom I held, as he swam, by the hair,
And he was a subject well worthy my care ;
A traitor on land, and a pirate at sea—
But I saved him to wreak further havoc for me !

First Destiny, answering.

The city lies sleeping ;
The mom, to deplore it,

May dawn on it weeping :
Sullenly, slowly,

The black plague flew o'er it-
Thousands he lowly ;

Tens of thousands shall perish —
The living shall fly from

The sick they should cherish ;
But nothing can vanquish

The touch that they die from.
Sorrow and anguish,

SCENE III. MANFRED. 43

And evil and dread,
Envelope a nation —

The blest are the dead,
Who see not the sight

Of their own desolation.—
This work of a night —
This wreck of a realm — this deed of my doing —
For ages I've done, and shall still be renewing !

Enter the Second and Third Destinies.

The Three.
Our hands contain the hearts of men,

Our footsteps are their graves ;
We only give to take again

The spirits of our slaves !

First Des. Welcome ! — Where's Nemesis ?
Second Des. At some great work ;

But what I know not, for my hands were full.
Third Des. Behold she cometh.

Enter Nemesis.
First Des. Say, where hast thou been ? —

My sisters and thyself are slow to-night.

44 MANFRED. ACT It.

Nem. I was detain'd repairing shattered thrones,
Marrying fools, restoring dynasties,
Avenging men upon their enemies,
And making them repent their own revenge ;
Goading the wise to madness ; from the dull
Shaping out oracles to rule the world
Afresh, for they were waxing out of date,
And mortals dared to ponder for themselves,
To weigh kings in the balance, and to speak
Of freedom, the forbidden fruit.— Away !
We have outstaid the hour— mount we our clouds !

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

The Hall ofArimanes — Arimanes on his Throne, a Globe
of Fire, surrounded by the Spirits.

Hymn of the Spirits.
Hail to our Master ! — Prince of Earth and Air ! —

Who walks the clouds and waters — in his hand
The sceptre of the elements, which tear

Themselves to chaos at his high command I

SCENE IV. MANFRED. 45

He breatheth — and a tempest shakes the sea ;

He speaketh — and the clouds reply in thunder;
He gazeth — from his glance the sunbeams flee ;

He moveth— earthquakes rend the world asunder.
Beneath his footsteps the volcanos rise ;

His shadow is the Pestilence ; his path
The comets herald through the crackling skies ;

And planets turn to ashes at his wrath.
To him War offers daily sacrifice ;

To him Death pays his tribute ; Life is his.
With all its infinite of agonies —

And his the spirit of whatever is !

Enter the Destinies and Nemesis.

First Des. Glory to Arimanes ! on the earth
His power increaseth — both my sisters did
His bidding, nor did I neglect my duty !

Second Des. Glory to Arimanes ! we who bow
The necks of men, bow down before his throne !

Third Des. Glory to Arimanes ! — we await
His nod !

Nem. Sovereign of Sovereigns ! we are thine,
And all that liveth, more or less, is ours,
And most things wholly so ; still to increase
Our power increasing thine, demands our care,

46 MANFRED. ACT II.

And we are vigilant — Thy late commands
Have been fulfilled to the utmost.

Enter Manfred.

A Spirit. What is here ?

A mortal ! — Thou most rash and fatal wretch,
Bow down and worship !

Second Spirit. I do know the man —

A Magian of great power, and fearful skill !

Third Spirit. Bow down and worship, slave ! — What,
know'st thou not
Thine and our Sovereign ? — Tremble, and obey !

All the Spirits. Prostrate thyself, and thy con-
demned clay,
Child of the Earth ! or dread the worst.

Man. I know it ;

And yet ye see I kneel not.

Fourth Spirit. 'Twill be taught thee.

Man. 'Tis taught already; — many a night on the earth,
On the bare ground, have I bow'd down my face,
And strew'd my head with ashes ; I have known
The fulness of humiliation, for
I sunk before my vain despair, and knelt
To my own desolation.

Fifth Spirit. Dost thou dare

SCENE- IV. MAOTRED. 47

Refuse to Arimanes on his throne

What the whole earth accords, beholding not

The terror of his Glory — Crouch ! I say.

Man. Bid him bow down to that which is above him,
The overruling Infinite — the Maker
Who made him not for worship— let him kneel,
And we will kneel together.

The Spirits. Crush the worm !

Tear him in pieces ! —

First Des. Hence ! Avaunt ! — he's mine.

Prince of the Powers invisible ! This man
Is of no common order, as his port
And presence here denote ; his sufferings
Have been of an immortal nature, like
Our own ; his knowledge and his powers and will-
As far as is compatible with clay,
Which clogs the etherial essence, have been such
As clay hath seldom borne ; his aspirations
Have been beyond the dwellers of the earth,
And they have only taught him what we know —
That knowledge is not happiness, and science
But an exchange of ignorance for that
Which is another kind of ignorance.
This is not all — the passions, attributes

48 MANFRED. ACT II.

Of earth and heaven, from which no power, nor being,

Nor breath from the worm upwards is exempt,

Have pierced his heart ; and in their consequence

Made him a thing, which I, who pity not,

Yet pardon those who pity. He is mine,

And thine, it may be — be it so, or not,

No other Spirit in this region hath

A soul like his— or power upon his soul.

Nem. What doth he here then ?

First Des. Let him answer that.

Matsl Ye know what I have known ; and without power
I could not be amongst ye : but there are
Powers deeper still beyond — I come in quest
Of such, to answer unto what I seek.

Nem. What wouldst thou ?

Man. Thou canst not reply to me.

Call up the dead — my question is for them.

Nem. Great Arimanes, doth thy will avouch
The wishes of this mortal ?

Ari. Yea.

Nem. Whom woukTst thou

Uncharnel ?

Man. One without a tomb— call up
Astarte.

SCEN1 IV. - MANFRED. 49

Nemesis.
Shadow ! or Spirit !

Wliatever thou art,
Which still doth inherit

The whole or a part
Of the form of thy birth,

Of the mould of thy clay,
Which returned to the earth,

Re-appear to the day !
Bear what thou borest,

The heart and the form,
And the aspect thou worest
Redeem from the worm.
Appear ! — Appear ! — Appear !
Who sent thee there requires thee here !

(The Phantom o/*Astarte rises and stands
in the midst.)
Man., Can this be death? there's bloom upon her
cheek ;
But now I see it is no living hue,
But a strange hectic — like the unnatural red
Which Autumn plants upon the perish'd leaf.
It is the same ! Oh, God ! that I should dread
To look upon the same— Astarte ! — No,

F.

50 MANFRED. ACT II.

I cannot speak to her— but bid her speak —
Forgive me or condemn me.

Nemesis.
By the power which hath broken

The grave which enthrall'd thee,
Speak to him who hath spoken,

Or those who have calFd thee !

Man. She is silent,

And in that silence I am more than answered.

Nem. My power extends no further. Prince of air !
It rests with thee alone — command her voice.

Am. Spirit — obey this sceptre !

Nem. Silent still !

She is not of our order, but belongs
To the other powers. Mortal ! thy quest is vain,
And we are baffled also.

Man.. Hear me, hear me —

Astarte ! my beloved ! speak to me :
I have so much endured— so much endure —
Look on me ! the grave hath not changed thee more
Than I am changed for thee. Thou lovedst me
Too much, as I loved thee : we were not made

SCENE IV. MANFRED. 51

To torture thus each other, though it were

The deadliest sin to love as we have loved.

Say that thou loath'st me not — that I do bear

This punishment for both — that thou wilt be

One of the blessed — and that I shall die,

For hitherto all hateful things conspire

To bind me in existence — in a life

Which makes me shrink from immortality —

A future like the past. I cannot rest.

I know not what 1 ask, nor what I seek :

I feel but what thou art — and what I am ;

And I would hear yet once before I perish

The voice which was my music — Speak to me !

For I have calPd on thee in the still night,

Startled the slumbering birds from the hush'd boughs,

And woke the mountain wolves, and made the caves

Acquainted with thy vainly echoed name,

Which answered me — many things answered me —

Spirits and men — but thou wert silent all.

Yet speak to me ! I have outwatch'd the stars,

And gazed o'er heaven in vain in search of thee.

Speak to me ! I have wandered o^r the earth

And never found thy likeness — Speak to me !

Look on the fiends around — they feel for me :

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52 MANFRED. ACT IT.

I fear them not, and feel for thee alone —
Speak to me ! though it be in wrath ; — but say —
I reck not what — but let me hear thee once —
This once— once more !

Phantom of Astarte. Manfred !

Man. Say on, say on —

I live but in the sound — it is thy voice !

Phan. Manfred ! To-morrow ends thine earthly ills.
Farewell !

Man. Yet one word more — am I forgiven ?

Phan. Farewell !

Man. Say, shall we meet again ?

Phan. Farewell!

Man. One word for mercy ! Say, thou lovest me.

Phan. Manfred !

[The Spirit of Astarte disappears.

Nem. She's gone, and will not be recall'd ;

Her words will be fulfilTd. Return to the earth.

A Spirit. He is convulsed — This is to be a mortal
And seek the things beyond mortality.

Another Spirit. Yet, see, he mastereth himself, and
makes
His torture tributary to his will.
Had he been one of us, he would have made
An awful spirit.

SCENE IV. MANFRED. 53

Nem. Hast thou further question

Of our great sovereign, or his worshippers ?
Man. None.

Nem. Then for a time farewell.

Man. We meet then ! Where ? On the earth ? —
Even as thou wilt : and for the grace accorded
I now depart a debtor. Fare ye well !

[Exit Manfred.
(Scene closes.)

exd of act second.

54

ACT 111.

SCENE I.

A Hall in the Castle of Manfred.
Manfred and Herman.

Man. What is the hour ?

Her. It wants but one till sunset,
And promises a lovely twilight.

Man. Say,

Are all things so disposed of in the tower
As I directed ?

Her. All, my lord, are ready ;

Here is the key and casket.

Man. It is well :

Thou mayst retire. [Exit Herman.

Man. (alone.) There is a calm upon me —
Inexplicable stillness ! which till now
Did not belong to what I knew of life.

SCENE I. MANFRED. 55

If that I did not know philosophy

To be of all our vanities the motliest,

The merest word that ever fooFd the ear

From out the schoolman's jargon, I should deem

The golden secret, the sought " Kalon," found,

And seated in my soul. It will not last,

But it is well to have known it, though but once :

It hath enlarged my thoughts with a new sense,

And I within my tablets would note down

That there is such a feeling. Who is there ?

Re-enter Herman.
My lord, the abbot of St. Maurice craves
To greet your presence.

Enter the Abbot of St. Maurice.
Abbot. Peace be with Count Manfred !
Man. Thanks, holy father ! welcome to these walls ;
Thy presence honours them, and blesseth those
Who dwell within them.

Abbot. Would it were so, Count ! —

But I would fain confer with thee alone.

Man. Herman, retire. What would my reverend
guest?

56 MANFRED. ACT III.

Abbot. Thus, without prelude : — Age and zeal, my
office,
And good Intent, must plead my privilege ;
Our near, though not acquainted neighbourhood,
May also be my herald. Rumours strange,
And of unholy nature, are abroad,
And busy with thy name ; a noble name
For centuries ; may he who bears it now
Transmit it unimpair'd !

Man. Proceed, — I listen.

Abbot. 'Tis said thou holdest converse with the things
Which are forbidden to the search of man ;
That with the dwellers of the dark abodes,
The many evil and unheavenly spirits
Which walk the valley of the shade of death,
Thou communest. I know that with mankind,
Thy fellows in creation, thou dost rarely
Exchange thy thoughts, and that thy solitude
Is as an anchorite's, were it but holy.

Man. And what are they who do avouch these things ?

Abbot. My pious brethren — the scared peasantry —
Even thy own vassals — who do look on thee
With most unquiet eyes. Thy life's in peril.

Max. Take it.

SCENE I. MANFRED. 57

Abbot. I come to save, and not destroy —
I would not pry into thy secret soul ;
But if these tilings be sooth, there still is time
For penitence and pity : reconcile thee
With the true church, and through the church to heaven.

Man. I hear thee. This is my reply ; whate'er
I may have been, or am, doth rest between
Heaven and myself. — I shall not choose a mortal
To be my mediator. Have I sinn'd
Against your ordinances? prove and punish !

Abbot. My son ! I did not speak of punishment,
But penitence and pardon ; — with thyself
The choice of such remains — and for the last,
Our institutions and our strong belief
Have given me power to smooth the path from sin
To higher hope and better thoughts ; the first
I leave to heaven — " Vengeance is mine alone !"
So saith the Lord, and with all humbleness
His servant echoes back the awful word.

Man. Old man ! there is no power in holy men,
Nor charm in prayer — nor purifying form
Of penitence — nor outward look — nor fast —
Nor agony — nor, greater than all these,
The innate tortures of that deep despair,

58 MANFRED. ACT III.

Which is remorse without the fear of hell,
But all in all sufficient to itself
Would make a hell of heaven— -can exorcise
From out the unbounded spirit, the quick sense
Of its own sins, wrongs, sufferance, and revenge
Upon itself; there is no future pang-
Can deal that justice on the self-condemn,d
He deals on his own soul.

Abbot. All this is well ;

For this will pass away, and be succeeded
By an auspicious hope, which shall look up
With calm assurance to that blessed place,
Which all who seek may win, whatever be
Their earthly errors, so they be atoned :
And the commencement of atonement is
The sense of its necessity. — Say on —
And all our church can teach thee shall be taught ;
And all we can absolve thee, shall be pardoned.

Man. When Rome's sixth Emperor was near his last,
The victim of a self-inflicted wound,
To shun the torments of a public death
From senates once his slaves, a certain soldier,
With show of loyal pity, would have staunch'd
The gushing throat with his officious robe ;

SCENE I. MANFRED. 59

The dying Roman thrust him back and said —
Some empire still in his expiring glance,
" It is too late — is this fidelity ?""
Abbot. And what of this ?

Man. I answer with the Roman —

" It is too late !"

Abbot. It never can be so,

To reconcile thyself with thy own soul,
And thy own soul with heaven. Hast thou no hope ?
'Tis strange — even those who do despair above,
Yet shape themselves some phantasy on earth,
To which frail twig they cling, like drowning men.

Max... Ay — father ! I have had those earthly visions
And noble aspirations in my youth,
To make my own the mind of other men,
The enlightener of nations ; and to rise
I knew not whither — it might be to fall ;
But fall, even as the mountain-cataract,
Which having leapt from its more dazzling height,
Even in the foaming strength of its abyss,
(Which casts up misty columns that become
Clouds rainir<. 'torn the re-ascended skies,)
Lies low but mighty still. — But this is past,
My thoughts mistook themselves.

60 MANFRED.

ACT HI.

Abbot. And wherefore so ?

Man. I could not tame my nature down ; for he-
Must serve who fain would sway — and soothe — and

sue —
And watch all time — and pry into all place —
And be a living lie — who would become
A mighty thing amongst the mean, and such
The mass are ; I disdained to mingle with
A herd, though to be leader — and of wolves.
The lion is alone, and so am I.

Abbot. And why not live and act with other men?

Man. Because my nature was averse from life ;
And yet not cruel ; for I would not make,
But find a desolation : — like the wind,
The red-hot breath of the most lone Simoom,
Which dwells but in the desart, and sweeps o'er
The barren sands which bear no shrubs to blast,
And revels o'er their wild and arid waves,
And seeketh not, so that it is not sought,
But being met is deadly ; such hath been
The course of my existence ; but there came
Things in my path which are no more.

Abbot. Alas !

I 'gin to fear that thou art past all aid

SCENE I. .MANFRED. 61

From me and from my calling ; yet so young,
I still would

Man. , Look on me ! there is an order

Of mortals on the earth, who do become
Old in their youth, and die ere middle age,
Without the violence of warlike death ;
Some perishing of pleasure — some of study —
Some worn with toil — some of mere weariness —
Some of disease — and some insanity —
And some of withered, or of broken hearts ;
For this last is a malady which slays
More than are numbered in the lists of Fate,
Taking all shapes, and bearing many names.
Look upon me ! for even of all these things
Have I partaken ; and of all these things,
One were enough ; then wonder not that I
Am what I am, but that I ever was,
Or, having been, that I am still on earth.

Abbot. Yet, hear me still

Man. Old man ! I do respect

Thine order, and revere thine years ; I deem
Thy purpose pious, but it is in vain :
Think me not churlish ; I would spare thyself,

62 MANFRED. ACT III.

Far more than me, in shunning at this time
All further colloquy — and so — farewell.

[Exit Manfred.
Abbot. This should have been a noble creature : he
Hath all the energy which would have made
A goodly frame of glorious elements,
Had they been wisely mingled ; as it is,
It is an awful chaos — light and darkness —
And mind and dust — and passions and pure thoughts,
Mix'd, and contending without end or order,
All dormant or destructive : he will perish,
And yet he must not ; I will try once more,
For such are worth redemption ; and my duty
Is to dare all things for a righteous end.
Ill follow him — but cautiously, though surely.

[Exit Abbot.

SCENE II.

Another Chamber.

Manfred and Herman.

Her. My Lord, you bade me wait on you at sunset:
He sinks behind the mountain.

SCENE II.

MANFRED. 63

Man. Doth he so ?

I will look on him.

[Manfred advances to the Window of the Hall.
i Glorious Orb ! the idol

Of early nature, and the vigorous race
Of undiseased mankind, the giant sons*
Of the embrace of angels, with a sex
More beautiful than they, which did draw down
The erring spirits who can ne'er return. —
Most glorious orb ! that wert a worship, ere
The mystery of thy making was reveal'd !
Thou earliest minister of the Almighty,
Which gladden'd, on their mountain tops, the hearts
Of the Chaldean shepherds, till they pourtt
Themselves in orisons ! Thou material God !
And representative of the Unknown —
Who chose thee for his shadow ! Thou chief star !
Centre of many stars ! which mak'st our earth
Endurable, and temperest the hues
And hearts of all who walk within thy rays !
Sire of the seasons ! Monarch of the climes,
And those who dwell in them I for near or far,
Our inborn spirits have a tint of thee,
Even as our outward aspects ; — thou dost rise,

C4 MANFRED.

ACT III.

And shine, and set in glory. Fare thee well !
I ne'er shall see thee more. As my first glance
Of love and wonder was for thee, then take
My latest look : thou wilt not beam on one
To whom the gifts of life and warmth have been
Of a more fatal nature. He is gone :
I follow.

[Exit Manfred.

SCENE III.

The Mountains. — The Castle of Manfred at some di-
stance.— A Terr-ace before a Tower. — Time, Twilight.

Herman, Manuel, and other Dependants o/'Manfred.

Her. ""Tis strange enough ; night after night, for years,
He hath pursued long vigils in this tower,
Without a witness. I have been within it, —
So have we all been oft-times ; but from it,
Or its contents, it were impossible
To draw conclusions absolute, of aught
His studies tend to. To be sure, there is
One chamber where none enter ; I would give

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The foe of what I have to come these three years,
To pore upon its mysteries.

Manuel. 'Twere dangerous ;

Content thyself with what thou knowest already.

Her. Ah ! Manuel ! thou art elderly and wise,
And coukTst say much ; thou hast dwelt within the castle —
How many years is't ?

Manuel. Ere Count Manfred's birth,
I served his father, whom he nought resembles.

Her. There be more sons in like predicament.
But wherein do they differ ?

Manuel. I speak not

Of features or of form, but mind and habits :
Count Sigismund was proud, — but gay and free, —
A warrior and a reveller ; he dwelt not
With books and solitude, nor made the night
A gloomy vigil, but a festal time,
Merrier than day ; he did not walk the rocks
And forests like a wolf, nor turn aside
From men and their delights.

Her. Beshrew the hour,
But those were jocund times ! I would that such
Would visit the old walls again ; they look
As if they had forgotten them.

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Manuel. These walls

Must change their chieftain first. Oh ! I have seen
Some strange things in them, Herman.

Her. Come, be friendly ;
Relate me some to while away our Avatch :
IVe heard thee darkly speak of an event
Which happened hereabouts, by this same tower.

Manuel. That was a night indeed ; I do remember
'Twas twilight, as it may be now, and such
Another evening ; — yon red cloud, which rests
On Eigher's pinnacle, so rested then, —
So like that it might be the same ; the wind
Was faint and gusty, and the mountain snows
Began to glitter with the climbing moon ;
Count Manfred was, as now, within his tower, —
How occupied, we knew not, but with him
The sole companion of his wanderings
And watchings — her, whom of all earthly things
That lived, the only thing he seem'd to love, —
As he, indeed, by blood was bound to do,

The lady Astarte, his

Hush ! who comes here ?

SCENE III. MANFRED. 67

Enter the Abbot.
Abbot. Where is your master ?
Hek. Yonder, in the tower.

Abbot. I must speak with him.

Manuel. ""Tis impossible ;

He is most private, and must not be thus
Intruded on.

Abbot. Upon myself I take

The forfeit of my fault, if fault there be —
But I must see him.

Her. Thou hast seen him once

This eve already.

Abbot. Herman ! I command thee,

Knock, and apprize the Count of my approach.

Heb. We dare not.

Abbot. Then it seems I must be herald
Of my own purpose.

Manuel. Reverend father, stop —

I pray you pause.

Abbot. Why so ?

Manuel. But step this way,

And I will tell you further.

[Exeunt.

68 MANFRED. ACT III.

SCENE IV.
Interior of the Tower.

Manfred alone.

Man.v The stars are forth, the moon above the tops
Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful !
I linger yet with Nature, for the night
Hath been to me a more familiar face
Than that of man ; and in her starry shade
Of dim and solitary loveliness,
I learn'd the language of another world.
I do remember me, that in my youth,
When I was wandering, — upon such a night
I stood within the Coloseum's wall,
'Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome ;
The trees which grew along the broken arches
Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars
Shone through the rents of ruin ; from afar
The watchdog bayed beyond the Tiber ; and
More near from out the Caesars' palace came
The owl's long cry, and, interruptedly,
Of distant sentinels the fitful song

/

SCENE IV. MANFRED. 69

Begun and died upon the gentle wind.

Some cypresses beyond the time-worn breach

Appeared to skirt the horizon, yet they stood

Within a bowshot — where the Caesars dwelt,

And dwell the tuneless birds of night, amidst

A grove which springs through levelTd battlements,

And twines its roots with the imperial hearths,

Ivy usurps the laurel's place of growth ; —

But the gladiators1 bloody Circus stands,

A noble wreck in ruinous perfection !

While Caesar's chambers, and the Augustan halls,

Grovel on earth in indistinct decay. —

And thou didst shine, thou rolling moon, upon

All this, and cast a wide and tender light,

Which soften'd down the hoar austerity

Of rugged desolation, and filFd up,

As "'twere, anew, the gaps of centuries ;

Leaving that beautiful wliich still was so,

And making that which was not, till the place

Became religion, and the heart ran o'er

With silent worship of the great of old ! —

The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule

Our spirits from their urns. —

'Twas such a night .'

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'Tis strange that I recall it at this time ;
But I have found our thoughts take wildest flight
Even at the moment when they should array
Themselves in pensive order.

Enter the Abbot.

Abbot. My good Lord !

I crave a second grace for this approach ;
But }-et let not my humble zeal offend
By its abruptness — all it hath of ill
Recoils on me ; its good in the effect
May light upon your head— could I say heart —
Could I touch that, with words or prayers, I should
Recall a noble spirit which hath wandered ;
But is not yet all lost.

Man. Thou know'st me not ;

My days are numbered, and my deeds recorded :
Retire, or 'twill be dangerous — Away !

Abbot. Thou dost not mean to menace me ?

Man. Not I ;

I simply tell thee peril is at hand,
And would preserve thee.

Abbot. What dost mean ?

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Man. Look there !

What dost thou see ?

Abbot. Nothing.

Man. Look there, I say,

And steadfastly ; — now tell me what thou seest ?

Abbot. That which should shake me, — but I fear it
not —
I see a dusk and awful figure rise
Like an infernal god from out the earth ;
His face wrapt in a mantle, and his form
Robed as with angry clouds ; he stands between
Thyself and me — but I do fear him not.

Man. Thou hast no cause — he shall not harm thee —
but
His sight may shock thine old limbs into palsy.
I say to thee — Retire !

Abbot. And, I reply —

Never — till I have battled with this fiend —
What doth he here ?

Man. Why — ay — what doth he here ?

I did not send for him, — he is unbidden.

Abbot. Alas ! lost mortal ! what with guests like these
Hast thou to do ? I tremble for thy sake ;
Why doth he gaze on thee, and thou on him ?

72 MANFRED. ACT III.

Ah ! he unveils his aspect; on his brow
The thunder-scars arc graven ; from his eye
Glares forth the immortality of hell —
Avaunt !

Man. Pronounce — what is thy mission ?

Spirit. Come !

Abbot. What art thou, unknown being ? answer ! —
speak !

Spirit. The genius of this mortal. — Come ! 'tis time.

Man. I am prepared for all things, but deny
The power which summons me. Who sent thee here ?

Spirit. Thoult know anon — Come ! come !

Man. I have commanded

Things of an essence greater far than thine,
And striven with thy masters. Get thee hence !

Spirit. Mortal ! thine hour is come — Away ! I say.

Man. I knew, and know my hour is come, but not
To render up my soul to such as thee :
Away ! Ill die as I have lived — alone.

Spirit. Then I must summon up my brethren. — Rise !

[Other Spirits rise up.

Abbot. Avaunt ! ye evil ones ! — Avaunt ! I say, —
Ye have no power where piety hath power,
And I do charge ye in the name

SCE\TE IV. MANFRED. To

Spirit. Old man !

"We know ourselves, our mission, and thine order ;
Waste not thy holy words on idle uses,
It were in vain; this man is forfeited.
Once more I summon him — Away ! away !

Man. I do defy ye, — though I feel my soul
Is ebbing from me, yet I do defy ye ;
Nor will I hence, while I have earthly breath
To breathe my scorn upon ye earthly strength
To wrestle, though with spirits ; what ye take
Shall be ta'en limb by limb.

Spirit. Reluctant mortal !

Is this the Magian who would so pervade
The world invisible, and make himself
Almost our equal ? — Can it be that thou
Ait thus in love with life ? the very life
Which made thee wretched !

Max. Thou false fiend, thou liest !

My life is in its last hour, — that I know,
Nor would redeem a moment of that hour ;
I do not combat against death, but thee
And thy surrounding angels ; my past power
Was purchased by no compact with thy crew,

74 MANFRED.

ACT III.

But by superior science — penance — daring —

And length of watching — strength of mind— and skill

In knowledge of our fathers — when the earth

Saw men and spirits walking side by side,

And gave ye no supremacy : I stand

Upon my strength — I do defy — deny —

Spurn back, and scorn ye ! —

Spirit. But thy many crimes

Have made thee

Man. What are they to such as thee ?

Must crimes be punish'd but by other crimes,
And greater criminals ? — Back to thy hell !
Thou hast no power upon me, that I feel ;
Thou never shalt possess me, that I know :
What I have done is done ; I bear within
A torture which could nothing gain from thine :
The mind which is immortal makes itself
Bequital for its good or evil thoughts —
Is its own origin of ill and end —
And its own place and time — its innate sense,
When stripp"^ of this mortality, derives
No colour from the fleeting things without ;
But is absorb1d in sufferance or in joy,

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MANFRED. 75

Bom from the knowledge of its own desert.

Thou didst not tempt me, and thou couldst not tempt

me;
I have not been thy dupe, nor am thy prey —
But was my own destroyer, and will be
My own hereafter. — Back, ye baffled fiends !
The hand of death is on me — but not yours !

[The Demons disappear.
Abbot. Alas ! how pale thou art — thy lips are white —
And thy breast heaves — and in thy gasping throat
The accents rattle — Give thy prayers to heaven —
Pray — albeit but in thought, — but die not thus.

Mam. 'Tis over — my dull eyes can fix thee not ;
But all things swim around me, and the earth
Heaves as it were beneath me. Fare thee well —
Give me thy hand.

[Manfred expires.
Abbot. Cold — cold — even to the heart —

But yet one prayer — alas ! how fares it with thee ? —
He's gone — his soul hath ta'en its earthless flight —
\\hither? I dread to think — but he is gone.

NOTES.

NOTES.

Note 1 , page 3 1 , line 1 .
— the siinborvs rays still arch

The torrent with the many hues of heaven.

This iris is formed by the rays of the sun over the lower
part of the Alpine torrents : it is exactly like a rainbow,
come down to pay a visit, and so close that you may walk
into it: — this effect lasts till noon.

Note 2, page 35, line g.

He wkojrom out their fountain dwellings raised
Eros and Anteros, at Gadara.

The philosopher Iamblicus. The story of the raising of
Eros and Anteros may be found in his life, by Eunapius. It
is well told.

Note 3, page 39, line 21.

■ ' ■' she replied

In words of dubious import, butfidjllled.

The story of Pausanias, king of Sparta, (who commanded
the Greeks at the battle of Platea, and afterwards perished

80 NOTES.

for an attempt to betray the Lacedemonians) and Cleonice,
is told in Plutarch's life of Cimon ; and in the Laconics of
Pausanias the Sophist, in his description of Greece.

Note 4, page 63, line 6.

the giant sons

Of the embrace of angels.

" That the Sons of God saw the daughters of men, that
they were fair," &c.

" There were giants on the earth in those days, and also
after that, when the Sons of God came in unto the daughters
of men : and they bare children to them, the same became
mighty men, which were of old, men of renown."

Genesis, ch. vi. verses 2 and 4.

THE END.

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